my metaphors go places you couldn't even get in line for.

today there were accomplishments.
I got up and out of bed. I got dressed. I freaking put make-up on. I went to the grocery store and bought things. I tidied some things. (not all the things. That is Olympic-level stuff) I went outside and communed with nature. (I watered the plants) I finished reading a book. (I love books about WWII era spies) I have dinner planned. Yes I will cook dinner. The idea of cooking dinner yesterday was too much. The thought of trying to figure something out like dinner made me want to burst into tears. Stove? turn it on? do what? I can't.
I write down this mundane stuff to remind me I am doing something.

And while we still have store-bought cookies -they aren't vegan. There is progress happening here. I still have moments of wanting to lie on the floor. (I was doing that yesterday) BUT I am moving. After all it is Shark week so I will be like a shark and keep moving. Maybe I will bite a surfer or leap into the air and catch a seal with my teeth. Anything is possible.